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“ Elephants “ Painted as monsters, borracho, cansado. Do you know what the people say? Plucked from the garden of wicked beliefs, I offer a rose and smile with harmless teeth. Then slick back my hair, You know the devil’s in there? Alone in the garden. Like lumbering giants in a shameful parade, we came to ruin all and make a rotten trade. So roll over... Scattered on the shore, surely washed away. Feeling somewhat deserving of what will be someday. No I can never stay melancholy, I’ve the memory of your face. No I can never stay melancholy for long... until I move on. We’re unwanted strangers, exploited and dangerous, unable to hide or even dream of it. Como estas? parting the seas, like lepers who stroll, why you afraid sweety? I slick back my hair, you know t
